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We come upon the lionesses’ killAfter the giraffe’s mouthHas been clenched tightly shutHis nostrils sealed in the lioness’ jawsHis breathing and suffering endedHis world forever still.The giraffe’s soft ears and lipsAre awarded to the matadorsAnd chewed off firstThen the lionessesRip the giraffe’s soft belly openedEating his tender heart and organsEmptying the giraffe’s stomach and intestinesOf leaves and fecal matterShared with vulturesDigging into his thighsMunching off neck cartilageLeaving only ribs for jackalsOn the very day the Mayan’s predictedHis world would end,Centuries before his birth